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if you start reading books again. you will feel at least a little better. i promise

summer is meant for loving and leaving

words have stirred more change in me than anything else on this earth

everything l've ever loved has claw marks on it

will i break the cycle or will the cycle break me?

i find your lack of whimsy disturbing

the beauty and simplicity of everyday things

my five year plan is to get back my whimsy joy childlike wonder

the first sip of coffee in the morning

the start of the worst month for kafka

july will be soft and sweet

welcome sweet july

growing up feels like drifting further from the shore of everything that once felt safe, when joy was easy and time felt endless

tomorrow will be softer

when sylvia plath said if i get through this year, no matter how badly, it will be the biggest victory i've ever done. and i felt that in my bones.

matcha and journaling are saving me in such an intimate way this summer

i need to remember who i was before i knew the world

summer is for black coffee. oat milk matcha. reading the diaries of long deceased authors. writing in your own diary. sketches. curl and wilt.